A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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TERE BALAK NADAAN

हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे

I Light The Torch

I light a torch and hold it high

It shines so bright it lights the sky

You see th

Har rishte me dosti nahi milti

हर रिश्ते में दोस्ती नहीं मिलती।

Lifes Choices

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices

CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI

जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<

maa ka bana hua khana

Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain 

“Maa teri

UJADI ZINDAGI

Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,

Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate.

Par kya

MERI AANKHON KA TARA

मेरी आंखों का तारा ही, मुझे आंखें दिख

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

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